Monika Vore Novels & Stories

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

Who the hell would do something like this? "Yea same," "Someone is probably on heat or something." "Yeah, right, let me check." Monika opened the room and stopped. "Oh God. Oh no." "Moni, what happened?". "Adom," Monika whispered. "MONI What the fuck? What happened? Tell me." "Oh, hell yeah! "Alex groaned. Monika's heart stopped when she heard another voice. "Adom, I need to call you back." Monika hung up and shoved her phone into her pocket. "Please, please, please let him be watching porn." Monika whispered, pushing the last door.

Taking the seat in front of him I asked, “Ooh, do I know how he is?” “Well it’s a ‘she’ first of all and her name, it’s supposed to be a secret but few members know so it shouldn’t be a problem just doesn’t tell anyone. She is Monica Sky, the famous actress who won two awards for her latest movie.” “She must be important if you are going to attend yourself,” I asked trying to make sense of what her position in the mafia was. She was already a revolutionary actress but knowing that she was part of the mafia only made her seem stronger in my eyes.

"Alyona, hi. I wasn't expecting you at all. Come in." Kimora ushered her into the house. " I came bearing gifts," she said, handing her a bouquet and the latest YVL bag in a box. " Oh, my gosh! Thank you so much. Care for some wine?" Kimora asked, putting her gifts away. " Yes, yes, a bottle of Moscatto will do, please." Alyona smiled at her. She was impressed by the interior decor of Kimora's home. There was no doubt that she had great taste.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I hold myself as I sob, and I can't help but think that this is how I am meant to be. ____ "Hello, Violet." I stare at the face of Dr. Chynna Wei, and I say nothing. I expected her call for a while, then I forget about it. It's evening now, and her call woke me up, I fell asleep crying, It's a routine now. "You look nice." She comments, and I stare at her skin, perfect body, no trace of acne, unlike mine, her smile isn't broken, unlike mine. she's mocking you.

Jake asked in an obviously impolite manner, his question was followed by a string of murmurs from the individual seated. What meds? Did Jones Jackson do drugs? Maria thought, still observing the tense air that lingered. Now her curiosity was spiked. She observed as Jackson tightened his fists and his eyes narrowed. "Jake-" Natasha warned, "let's talk about something else. Albert isn't here too, on such an important day like this," Albert Macaulay, the iconic producer. Maria had hoped to see him too. "Imagine if Raid role had a new sequel," Cornelia Jenkins said from her seat. She played the role of Audrey in the movie.

Nora seems to have skipped right over that, hearing only the praise, because she glances up at Monica over the laptop screen with dancing, bright blue eyes. “Thank you,” Nora gushes, completely failing at keeping her cool. “I sourced them from Karnataka, India, especially for the collection. The designs—” Jacqueline cuts Nora off. “Dear, if I may . . . While your designs are quite lovely, this call is not about your work, unfortunately. It’s about your assistant, Monica.” Monica's head jerks up so fast that she looses her balance and falls out of the chair she was sitting in, her red heels clattering before going airborne. “What?” Monica mouths to Nora, her eyes bugging out of their sockets.

Monica Vardanovna Kardashian belonged to the category of so-called strong and independent women. And if such epithets used in relation to ladies often contain a fair amount of irony, then speaking of Monika Vardanovna they could be used without a shadow of hidden meaning. At 32, Monica was head of human resources at a car dealership.

I was feeling that way when we were in the bathroom. "Bec, listen to me." Will begins. "Andrea." I interrupt him, looking back to him. He eyes at me in question. To hell with it, I roll me eyes, "My name is Andrea." "Now that, that makes sense to me." Brian smirks. "Andrea," Will smiles as he says my name, "This is going to sound crazy okay? But it's all true. Those guys you say are your brothers. They're dangerous, they... aren't human. They're vampires. That's why they can do mind manipulation like today. They can confuse you and give you thoughts that aren't your own." All thoughts disappear from my mind as I listen to him talk.